Why weep when you have the world’s desires in the palm of your hand?
Endless gold,
castles and mansions,
a face of beauty and delight,
a body that is immune and unbroken,
and eyes that have been blinded from despair.
You have never felt the burden of having pockets empty,
no home to return to,
a face you despise in the mirror,
a body that’s weak and shoots pain up your spine,
nor wept so hard that your stomach twisted into a knot.
You don’t need people to understand you.
To hear people say you’re a boundless fool
with a heart of steel and stone,
You just can’t understand people who are unlucky.
But why fret?
Live easy
Live carelessly.
Live lucky.
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